We had a meeting with the designer of the new house last night to discuss which tiles to go on the floor, colours of paint, carpet etc. Then we had an email late last night from the builder giving us some of the costs for the changes we've requested.
So far, without getting costings for the major jobs, we're already running at a large figure. It's not going to be cheap ripping out a stone fireplace that they've put in there which I don't like and replacing it with an oak one instead. It's not going to be cheap rearranging the vanity units in the bathroom because (IMHO) the whole room was badly designed. Even swapping the front door for another one isn't going to be cheap. None of it is .. and Mr P is moaning already, even though he said 'if you say yes to this house you can make any changes you want in it'.
So this morning I'm full of doubt. Why am I agreeing to something I'm not 100% with? Why do I feel so pushed in a corner with my back against the wall? And why can't he see that, even though I tell him I feel pressurised to make a decision on a house in a week.
I'm exhausted from it all. Totally. And when I say I have doubts, it looks like I've blown the wind out of his sails ?
WWYD?
UPDATE
I went back with friends yesterday afternoon, and they LOVED the house! BUT .. there were a few things they pointed out that I hadn't thought about - such as the positioning of the fridge .. it's miles away from the hob, which is miles away from the oven. Basically, the kitchen (which looks stunning, and is huge) is terribly designed. I was fretting so much about storage and bathrooms, I hadn't even thought about how the kitchen would work when actually in use.
Anyway, apart from them loving it, it's not them who would be living in it, and the whole thing was actually making me feel sick inside. I woke up with that horrible knot in my stomach which didn't leave me all day, and every time I thought of buying that house the feeling got worse. Just typing this is bringing the feeling back, but not so much as I've worked on Mr P.
After going back to the show house (same house design as ours, but flipped over, so everything is opposite on the floorplan) we went back to the actual house. We couldn't get in as for the first time the builders had locked up. Good job as the lights had been stolen the night before!
He was gutted I couldn't love it like he does. And when we went to get something to eat we didn't talk that much, and he actually said at one point there wasn't much to say!
Came home and the mood was sombre.
Then I showed him another house online, and I swear, my husband has got to be the flakiest buyer eeeeeeevvvvvvvveeerrrrrrrrr !!! He jumped up and said let's go and take a look, so off we went at 9.45 to drive round this particular neighbourhood.
It was a wow. A real wow .. fountains all lit up, gorgeous layout, fantastic houses. The area we wanted to get into was gated though, so we couldn't drive round to see the house. But he admitted to me on the way back that perhaps he didn't love that house and that I was right, there were too many things wrong with it!!
Do I have the flakiest husband or what?!
He's clearly an impulse buyer .. does it with gadgets and cars, and obviously with houses too. I'm going to be more assertive from now on and put my foot down. He'll live anywhere it seems, so as long as I'm happy, we'll both be happy.
Going to see this new house today at 4 pm with our realtor, and 2 others for sale in the same community we found once we got home.
Thanks for all your 'you must pull outs' yesterday. I knew I had to go with my gut, not my head. Even my friends were pulled in by this house!
SECOND UPDATE
Have to be quick as they're about to start boarding the flight as I'm on my way back to the UK.
Yesterday I informed the builders we weren't going ahead. We'd had the first lot of prices, and with the 2nd lot, plus our upgrades on flooring throughout, we would have gone way over our budget.
Then we got the 2nd lot of prices and they'd trimmed them immensely. Clearly they took my previous email into account (I had to email as I couldn't talk to the main man, and I needed to get it off my chest and have 'closure') and slashed the costs.
Still I was a firm no.
Then this morning we decided to go for a walk before I started packing. We ended up at the lake, and true to form I needed a wee. It was too far to walk back to the car, and I know there was a 'Texas Outhouse' (portaloo!) near the house as they're building a new property behind us. Lo and behold the front door was unlocked, and in we went.
The house still isn't perfect, but is any house ever going to be? We walked around and around, up and down, and imagined where the furniture would be. We looked at the view, and again, it drew me in. I visualised the walls in a lighter colour (they've painted the whole house in some muddy kind of greeny/brown which looks disgusting) and my imagination proved it could look lovely, especially once I've put my touches in there.
Mr P then said that if we did go for it we'd save so much stress when I get back from the UK. House hunting here is exhausting as everything is so far apart. Exhausting at home too, clearly, but with everything else going on in my life I'm stressed to the eyeballs! We could put it behind us, concentrate on making the house a home, set a date for the close and move, and also concentrate on the wedding (Mr P's daughter's at the end of May) without running all over trying to find THE perfect house in THE perfect location.
We can always sell it and move in 2 years if it really is so terrible.
Anyway, have to go .. just wanted to let you know Mr P isn't the only flaky one!
See you on your side!